You’re mine. Ruth was inflammable; she would always be flaring up swiftly, in pity, in tenderness, in anger; she would always be answering impulses, without seeking to weigh or to analyse them. He could talk to her as frankly as he could to a man, that she would not take offence at anything so long as it was in the form of explanation. "That'll teach you to keep a civil tongue in your head for the future," observed Thames, as he helped Jack to his feet. “What the devil do you mean by coming for me like that?” Ennison exclaimed, glowering down upon him.
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